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Tyciala Kinnie Poem
Carmel skin beauty
Once a truly loving and kind woman
Until the streets found her and took her under.
Immediately turned this child into a money chasing crack fien.Ask her what her life
dream would be she would tell you "for daddy to make me his queen".
This is the making of a pimps wife
This little girl soon transformed into a "triff" simple minded woman who only
wanted to be daddy's house wife. Being forbidden this choice she then allowed
every men to entice her body, just as long as they called out the right price.
This is a pimps wife
With all the bling ,bling every now and again you will hear her screaming.( This is
how you knew she came in late again.) this time with the redolence of alcohol and
weed. "Daddy" didn't like that too much, so he thrashed her head in . Until she
decided she could not take another breath. The woman was my African queen ,
best friend ,every man's ghetto dream, but in all reality she was me.
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I could be in a deep trance,
thinking about any and everything
when even just the thought let alone you come to mind
my only reaction is to smile.
You make me so happy.
Sorry if i seem like i am always snappy.
It's just i have never met anyone that could make me so happy.
Baby smile for me.
I hate it when you frown please turn it up side down.
Would it help if i smiled?
To Christopher s.
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All I can think about is how to make myself better ,
but for you.
When I close my eyes the image of you always finds it's way to rise.
I recite how I feel when you hug my in the most warmest and safest embrace.
I wish that feeling could last until sunrise.
When ever I am around you I feel so safe.
Baby i'm missing you like crazy.
nothing can make me change the way I feel about you.
I love every single thing about you.
Your pretty white teeth minus all the bling, bling you keep in your grill.
baby everything I feel about you is real.
And I missing you like crazy and I wanna let you know
I love you baby.
To. Christopher S.
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More than likely i stared into his eyes
but couldn't hear a sound
stared so deeply into his hands that i could have almost engraved my name.
Wonder what really was this game.
His bold and think eye brows barley moving at all.
the walls are white touching the sky.
Studying my body there seems to be a lot of scares.
The room slowly bashing out red as I watch and heard him
walk out
leaving me on the bed
sadly
Nodding his head to the lady down stairs.
Going toward the room where my family and friends fled,
My grandmother spiritually praying,
Begging god to let her live another day, at least fro her to say
goodbye
Everything touching me is ice cold.
Who am i?
What happened over the past hour or so?
Why are my surroundings so gracefully Bright?
my head feels light
He tells my grandmother
"she held up a fight but it was just her time to say goodnight".
Her eyes screamed then fell out rain.
she went to where the rest of my family and friends
wondered what had happened?
Is this all a dream?
I yelled out her name again and again.
but all five times it just echoed through my brain.
I tried to reach out and touch her hair.
but I soon found out my hand wasn't really there.
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